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Although he's seen this sort of thing play out multiple times - in films and on TV, at least - it takes Tomura a second to realize that yes, Dabi is leaning in to kiss him. A shiver of some as-of-yet-unnamed emotion shoots up Tomura's spine, but it isn't an entirely unpleasant sensation. Despite his heart beating like it's about to burst out of his chest, the young man finds himself falling into an almost trance-like state as his second-in-command draws closer.
Brilliant sapphire meets ruby red, half-lidded though both of their gazes may be. Maybe it's because time suddenly seems to be moving in slow-motion, but Tomura swears there's a careful, searching look in Dabi's eyes, as if he's seeking permission.
Tomura's eyes fall shut at that, his mouth letting out a stuttered, shaky gasp as Dabi's lips finally meet his.
It isn't exactly a fairytale first kiss - they're in the midst of a dirty, dingy bar, and neither one of them have the most conventionally kissable lips. Still, Tomura feels that electric shiver race up his back again at the warm, albeit chaste contact.
It feels like somewhere between seconds and hours when Dabi starts to pull away. For a moment Tomura's heart sinks, but then the other man is gently cradling the side of his face and leaning back in for a firmer, fiercer kiss.
A small moan leaves the back of Tomura's throat as if pulled from the very depths of his soul. Dabi groans in return, the tip of his tongue darting out to press teasingly at the seam of Tomura's mouth. The younger man finds himself opening his mouth on instinct, allowing Dabi's hot tongue to lick inside. Another involuntary sound is pulled from his body - and Dabi's other hand immediately grabs at Tomura's shoulder to pull him closer.
Their tongues are locked in a heated dance, one which steadily gains less coordination and more ferocity over time. Their teeth are clacking and there's saliva running down their chins, but both men are entirely too lost in the moment to care.
A high-pitched wolf whistle from across the bar is what ends up breaking them from their trance.
"Hell yeah!" one of their team members yells. "You get your man!"
It isn't clear exactly whom they're addressing, but really, the sentiment stands either way.
Tomura and Dabi quickly pull apart, breathless and red-faced with more than just desire.
The League's Leader is about to stammer out an awkward apology to the group, but pauses when he sees the fire blazing in Dabi's eyes. In an instant, the dark-haired man is fiercely hauling him in for another kiss.
Raucuous hollering erupts within the bar as all of their comrades seem to cheer them on.
Mentally, Tomura knows that he's going to look back on this night with embarrassment - but with the wet, hot weight of Dabi's tongue in his mouth, he thinks that several other emotions will ultimately outweigh his shame.